Table of Contents | 23 July 2001
A strand of hair slithered across her breast, the dark copper glinting in the sunrise.
We constantly survey ourselves and our emanated effigies, and they often become the only reality of self we are familiar with or we allow others to see. We control, or we try to, every possible angle of our image and form, since now, thanks to the film, we are much more aware of their effects.
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